Often I sit in front of the computer for fifteen minutes or more trying to figure out what to write.
Two days ago I shared about needing to trim up my shoulder hair for a pool party I had been invited to. Today was the day, so I grabbed my suit, a towel, and headed out the door for my friend’s house, which is an hour away.
Let’s back up. About a month ago I received an Evite for their son’s 2.5 birthday. His big day is around Christmas so they host a party in the summer. Pretty good idea! Anyway, the invite didn’t have much description except promised food and fun for little kids.
Then, two days before the party they sent a reminder email with these exact (and only) words.
Don’t forget to bring your swim suits, towels, and Tupperware for leftovers! Can’t wait to see everyone on Saturday!
Oh, it’s a pool party! I didn’t know! I was very excited to swim in a pool as this would probably be the only time this entire summer. Thus, the post referenced earlier was written.
And it made sense. I was pretty sure they belonged to a country club that’s part of their homeowner’s association. It’s near where they live. I wasn’t 100% sure this was the case, as they’ve never discussed a pool, but I know for sure there’s a golf course and club restaurant. So, I figured we’d truck over from their house to the pool and swim with the kids.
Just before I left the house I realized I had forgotten to shave down my shoulders. I marched back into the condo, took off my shirt in the bathroom and grabbed the Bic. I’d like to say that I did the deed in the shower stall, but that would not be honest. I whetted down the razor so the hairs stuck to the blade and stood where I brush my teeth and look longingly at myself in the mirror. Then I washed the razor-stuck back pubes out in the sink.
Three minutes later I emerged from the bathroom without shoulder/upper back hair. I was ready to party.
Smash-cut to me pulling up to their house. As I rounded the corner to the backyard, I saw an inflatable bouncy castle, a snowcone machine, a guy driving a three car mini-train, and an inflatable slide pool.
I realized I was not going swimming.
This makes sense, because why would we meet at their house if we were going to a pool? We would have just met at the pool. I also noticed that kids were in their bathing suits in the big slide pool thing, and there were four inches of water collected at the bottom of the slide.
I would like to say that I felt stupid because had I thought this through I might have deduced the swimming was for children. But, the email was the culprit. The email went to adults and it didn’t specify the object of “bring your suit.â€ As such, I had to assume the object was the person to which the email was sent – me.
I had fun anyway, and am home now glad this happened so that I could write about it.